You feel like this town exists only to be a seedy den for malcontention. You know that this town sits at the edge of the province of the King, a backwater, breeding near the outernical lands of the swamp.

 A dense cloud of dust fills the air. The ground is naught but mud stepped flat. And all sorts of deviants prowl about the thinway tunnels of red clay that come about from the main square.

And the main square - in it lies a hanged man. Surely this is the work of that Lawman you're supposed to meet.

A small stream runs through the city There are but a few buildings here: the inn, some odd houses, all made out of the same red sediment. The inn is the only important part of this city, as many would agree.